Last night while coming over the highest point between Edinburgh and Galashiels the lead group, who thought we were flying along, where absolutely blitzed by an unknown rider. Dressed all in black, with thighs the size of tree trunks he flew past. To make us feel even worse he wished us a nice ride. We wouldn't have minded the greeting had he been even slightly out of breath. And he was carrying a small rucksack. I'm now starting to wonder if Chris Hoy has a brother who lives up there.
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